Emet-Selch draws his lower lip into his teeth a moment, biting down almost too hard as he relishes in the abnormal amount of forcefulness Hythlodaeus is showing him. But by Zodiark does he ever want to get some relief. His cock is beginning to strain, pulse pounding as he's denied the attention he truly craves.

"Hythlodaeus-" He draws in his breath sharply, resisting the urge to buck his hips and seek out more friction. "Please ... won't you teach me a lesson?"